This afternoon, J's mom rang me. She just wanted to let me know she was ok, and to see how she was going. She was going on about how I should be proud of myself, and that she still thought highly of me. It made me cry.
I don't really know why. Maybe cos I miss them. I miss J quite a lot sometimes. I miss snuggling up in his arms. I imagine burying my face in his neck all the time lately. I miss the reassurance of him.
What I hate most, I think, about D's unexpected pop-ups, is that it leaves me in this weird state of anticipation. I loathe that, or perhaps, to be honest, I hate the disappointment as it fades, because nothing has changed. Hope springs eternal, and thats as annoying as hell.
Speaking of such things, I found out today that our new RMO, starting on wednesday, has the same surname as S. We don't know anything else, not even if they're a male or female. I'm 99% sure its not S, but.. imagine if it was. That would be total torture. On one hand, amazing. On the other.. well. I'd tie myself in knots, I just know it. Such a cutie :)
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